my school dentist

*long entry … don’t bitch
When I was in my primary, I noticed that a lot of my friends were afraid to go to the school dentist. Why ? I don’t know. I have no problem with dentists .. except for the rubber glove’s bad taste. They seriously could have made one with peppermint flavor or something like that. Or at least make them not to taste so fucking much like a rubber. I wonder if condom tasted the same - got to ask some girls.

Anyway, back to the topic - school dentist. It was a dreadful experience for my immature prepubescent classmates. Some would cry hysterically whenever their names were called for a checkup … some would attempt to flee the classroom .. and some would even shit in their own pants. But not me. I always owned a good set of teeth so, visiting the school dentist was kinda alright for me.

But all these changed when we advanced to our secondary years. The change was both drastic and eminent. Instead of shitting their pants, most of them now VOLUNTEERED for their dental checkup. I was clueless needless to say - as I was very seldom being called into the dental clinic (nothing much to follow up for my case). Maybe the clinic had adopted something different that made the students really want to care for everything inside their mouth. What the fuck - I thought … good for them.

I remained clueless until several months through my Form 1 years - until one day, I was finally called for my routine dental check up. I stumbled my way into the school clinic - until I came face to face with the truth behind all those fear migration amongst the students. It was the dentist. A chick. Well, not exactly a chick but, some female species with large bosom, and an hourglass figure. From what I can remember, she’s probably in her early or mid 30’s — but for that standard in an all-boys school … she’s as hot as an 18 year old. So, she was rightfully conferred as a chick-dentist.

I was petrified standing at the clinic’s entrance … looking at the new school dentist. All of a sudden, everything started to make sense to me - why chickens crosses the road .. why the Earth is round … why the students so vehemently wanted to go for a dental checkup. It’s like being flushed on the head inside a toilet bowl — kinda like an inrush current of epiphany into my cerebrum.

The chick-dentist then flagged me onto the once fearful chair - which now looked like an euphoric throne deco-ed with lavenders. I hopped on it without further procrastination. She asked me to open my mouth - which I did. Once I did that, the silhouette of her Farrah Faucett hair outline began to eclipse the dentist spotlight above the chair. At the same time, I also felt something cushioning against the top of my head. Something very soft - like a silk bag stuffed with nylon wools. It didn’t took me long to realize that the ‘cushion’ was actually her boobs !

It made me totally forgotten about the distasteful rubber glove inside my mouth. All my energies were supplied to the 1/3 square ft area of receptors on my head … elevating the sensitivity 4 times of it’s normal operational condition. I was completely focused on the information that the receptors were working hard to send to my brain …. and lost all concentration on my surroundings.

My subconscious mind kept instructing my balls to keep producing hormones … more and more …until they almost overflowed out of my nostrils .. (which luckily it didn’t). I would have yelled “Woooo hooo!!” if my mouth wasn’t filled with a pair of distasteful rubber gloves working on my chomp gadgets. Being ravaged by a dentist never felt so great.

I then lost track of time until she uttered - “You’re ok. You may go now”. Debauchery short-lived - but it was great anyway. I finally understood why my fellow classmates weren’t afraid of the school dentist no more. It’s because their hormones were being instigated to boil at room temperature !

Needless to say, this was a genius move by the school authority to hire a hoochie dentist. Because of that, not only the students managed to improve their dental hygiene, but also to overcome the fear/phobia of visiting a dentist. It changed their lives forever. Say no to cavity. Fuck sweets and chocolates.